Sunday, July 03, 2005

The Price of Fear

Like the walls of Jericho tumbling to the ground
And the sins of Babylon, she can no longer be found

Like the plight of Lot's wife aching for the past
Or the fate of Sampson, where strength could not last

Like that of Job's faith, tested beyond compare
Nailed to the pain, the cross I bare

A master to no one, will it all disappear?
I am my own Armagedon, by living in fear.


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